Peewee Longway - NWA lyrics

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Baby keep me on my P's, let's break down 100 P's Gucci gas go 33 but gotta get 30 P I don't even need a reason to hit you with the heat These shoes don't come out this season, but still they on my feet [Verse 2: PeeWee Longway] Old folk keep calling us heathens, too many d** on the street I'm servin' right down by 4 Seasons, n***as from the pen won't weep [Verse 3: Quavo] PeeWee got the bricks and the bales, listen up to the story I tell The bricks, they came from the mail, my plug his name is Miguel [Verse 4: Takeoff] I'm in the kitchen, counting up benji's Yo b**h washing dishes and wrapping up fishes Used to run from the cops on the block, hit four hot bar Took it to the chop shop If I f** with ya, I'm making you straight drop If I don't know ya, I'mma get ya rerock Got a bando in Boston The way I pitch them 8-balls, shoulda played for the Red Sox [Verse 5: MPA Duke] Just took a loss, 'bout to take something off Put it to the head, make her open up the vault Say you got bird, head all in a loss Soon as you turn the key boy you bout to get off [Verse 6: Offset] Bought a brand new A-P, but I'm always late Everyday my birthday, now watch me bake cake [Verse 7: MPA Wicced] I finesse the plug for the d** Even though a n***a always show love If he ain't Migos, he ain't MPA Brick Squad, n***a you ain't my blood Tryna hit my blunt, tryna sip my drank What the f** you think? Ain't sh** soft around my way Unless you talkin' 'bout c**aine